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Emily's POV: As I lifted the lid of the box, I was taken aback by the beautiful silver necklace, adorned with a small crystal pendant that sparkled like a diamond. But that wasn't all - nestled beside the necklace lay a small, leather-bound book, its cover embossed with the title "You Are Beautiful" in elegant, cursive script. I felt a lump form in my throat as I picked up the book, running my fingers over the soft cover. "Ethan, this is...wow."

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I would keep that in mind. “Only you would keep your library in a box.” Dahlia picked up a blue book in the “History and Knowledge” section. The book looked ancient judging by the intricate calligraphy of the words in front of it. ‘The Nortis America’ was the name and Dahlia opened the book. “One can never be too careful. You and I both know that I have enemies and some people would kill me to get their hands on this library. It houses many secrets, secrets that could be the undoing of the different clans and species in North America.” “Why did you bring us here then?”

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"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

Then, after a brief encounter with Jonathan, we went to our house. Sometimes, I call this house "Dreamhouse" because this house is indeed my dream house, a quiet place that I want to live in forever. My dream house is located on the outskirts of utopia, precisely in the "danish houses" neighborhood. My house is at the very end of the area of the danish house. Not far from there, there is a small pine forest and a gorgeous lake. The lake is usually used for skating in winter, and some people swim in this lake.

And I’m not really proud of what I did. I know I’m not making sense right now, but soon you would know what I am talking about. I would like to make up for everything. Tonight. This town has a garden, overlooking a lake that has swans in the day… and fireflies at night. I think you know what garden I am talking about. Go there, Alice. Now, as soon as you get this note. Give me a chance to make up for what I did… for getting in the way… for being so selfish.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

He says all giddy. "Ohh, what's the surprise?" He takes my hand and we walk upstairs. We stand in front of the door to the nursery, opening it I gasp. The top border of the white walls has been painted an emerald green, a gold meander pattern decorates inside the border. Twin wooden rustic brown cribs are opposite from each other, on top of each crib a crib mobile of stars, clouds and a moon hangs over them, all the furniture pieces are grey excluding the cribs. A dresser sits against the wall and two rocking chairs are in the corner. Framed sonogram pictures adorn the walls and a changing table with stuffed animals on top is right up against the wall. A big fluffy grey carpet is smack dab i